Sorry for pinching the wrong person

Zhang Jianyang was playing games in the VIP lounge with his mobile phone, with a look of pain and hatred on his face, as if he wanted to pierce the screen.He fought against the opponent more than a dozen times and still couldn't beat the opponent in front of him. Obviously his VIP level was higher than the opponent, so he was so angry that he wanted to hit him directly.

He was bored before, so he casually downloaded a mobile game to play. He just wanted to kill some boring time. Who would have thought that the planning of the game is too good at grasping the player's psychology. The setting in the game is basically "how can I become stronger without paying money?" Keeping the way, but not becoming strong, means being robbed by others in this game.

There is a link in the game called "meditation". Players will be rewarded with items to strengthen their equipment as long as they hang up at the corresponding level for a specified time.As a "player without krypton gold", he finally got enough level, and when he had the opportunity to participate in "meditation", he was very excited.

However, he got excited too early, because he found out that he managed to "meditate" until the allotted time, but was plundered by other players.

Only then did he understand that this game is a world where the weak prey on the strong.If you want to take revenge, you must obtain high-level VIP permissions.After being robbed by the high VIP player several times in a row, he charged tens of thousands of dollars into the game in a rage, and has since become the "walking local tyrant" of the game's third server.

He knew that everything was a conspiracy of the game operator, but he couldn't bear it.

However, even if he becomes the player with the highest authority, he still can't beat the opponent in front of him, because he is the legendary "African chief", no matter how he draws, he can't draw the most advantageous group attack character in the battle Lost again and again to the person who owns the character.

Unwillingly, he gave the game to his parents and friends for a round, but still no one could get that character.Pan Ning even sent tens of thousands of dollars into his account because he was so angry, but still got nothing.His luck was worse than Zhang Jianyang's, and he didn't draw a limit...

Zhang Jianyang smoked a few more times with no love, and then sold the garbage he smoked with a numb face.

"What's the matter? Are you still sleepy?" Zou Yan finished talking with his assistant, and handed him a lemon drink.

"I think this game is too rubbish, the setting is not reasonable at all, and it does not protect the due interests of krypton gold players. They should stipulate that when the number of diamonds is drawn, the character will be rewarded."

Zou Yan didn't know where his inexplicable complaints came from, but just looked at him with a smile, letting him complain to his heart's content.He found that sometimes Zhang Jianyang looked like a child.

"By the way, you can draw for me too, and I can see that you look like a European player." Zhang Jianyang excitedly opened the card drawing interface, handed the phone to Zou Yan, walked behind him, and looked at it.

Zou Yan looked at him amusedly: "I'm very bad at poker."

Zou Yan's shoulders are very broad, and the shoulder line is straight. Zhang Jianyang wanted to look over him to look at the mobile phone screen, but without thinking, he put his chin on his shoulder and urged: "Not necessarily, pump quickly, I am very For the money, you can take whatever you want."

"Okay, don't blame me if you can't draw, is this it?" Zou Yan reached out and tapped the screen.

"Hey, that's not right, it's impossible to draw with a single draw... Wow! Shocked! Shocked! A single draw is a miracle! Open it and see if it's right!"

Zhang Jianyang was so excited that he almost couldn't dance, but Zou Yan was stunned by a single draw. There was a [-]% chance of getting a limited character in a single draw. What kind of magical luck is this!

He watched Zou Yan's fingers poke open the colorful package, and bit his lower lip nervously. He had an auspicious premonition...

Zhang Jianyang closed his eyes calmly when he watched the coveted character jump out on the screen of his mobile phone. He decided at this moment that Zou Yan must let Zou Yan do it for him when there are activities in the game in the future.

"Is it right? Is it this?" Zou Yan turned his head slightly and asked him.

"I won! That's it! I won't be beaten at last!" Zhang Jianyang quickly took the phone from Zou Yan, and suddenly kissed Zou Yan on the side in a good mood, then sat back on his seat and began to strengthen his character .

There was a boarding reminder on the radio, and Zhang Jianyang stood up reluctantly, holding his hands constantly: "I haven't had time to find someone to try."

A month after Zou Yan said he would take him on a tour, the itinerary was finally finalized.Zou Yan had some things to do in Tokyo, so he and Zou Yan arrived in Tokyo two days in advance, and then joined the staff.

When they went through all the formalities and boarded the first-class cabin, Zhang Jianyang suddenly lost the excitement before boarding the plane, and stayed quietly in his seat.

Zou Yan's seat was next to him, seeing that his expression was a little strange, he touched his forehead and said, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Jianyang closed his eyes and felt those slender and beautiful hands, and relaxed a little.

"It's okay, I'm just worried about airsickness."

"It's only two hours, soon, when the plane stabilizes, you can lie down and rest." Zou Yan comforted him.

In fact, Zhang Jianyang is not airsick, he just has a little "vehicle phobia", which is why he doesn't often drive.

Zhang Jianyang was also a child who crossed the road unscrupulously when he was a child, and he was listed as the main education object of traffic rules.Once he and his grandma went to visit grandma's friend's house, but the host had no children to play with him, and he couldn't understand what the two old ladies were talking about, so he went down to the yard by himself.

It was the family yard of the Municipal Transportation Bureau. Zhang Jianyang lived in a single-family villa since he was a child, and he was full of curiosity about this kind of yard.

The sky was dark and the air was stuffy. He picked up a branch and scratched it lightly on the ground. He came to the bulletin board in the courtyard and looked at the pictures on the board curiously.

A blast of thunder resounded through the sky, and he could clearly see the red things in the photo in the flashing light of the lightning—the remains of human limbs scattered everywhere after being crushed.

In order to warn people of the serious consequences of violating traffic regulations, the Traffic Bureau presented the tragedy of the accident scene to the public one by one.In those days, for the sake of publicity, children's psychology was never considered. He remembered that he had seen the public judgments of death row prisoners and the horrific anti-drug propaganda films.

Since then, Zhang Jianyang began to be afraid of all means of transportation. Although it was not insurmountable, every time he drove or took a plane, he always imagined all the sudden misfortunes in his mind, and he became tense and anxious.

When the plane was flying smoothly, Zhang Jianyang put down his seat and lay down facing Zou Yan.

Zou Yan saw that his eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed, and he thought he was getting airsick, so he ordered a glass of water and put it on his table, put down the seat to be even with him, stretched his hand to the side of his face, and gently comforted him. .

"Hang on, we'll be there soon."

Zhang Jianyang felt that Zou Yan's voice had a kind of magical power, which pulled him back from the horror of the fantasy of the plane crashing and hitting the ground, and the feeling of weightlessness in his body eased.

Zhang Jianyang gradually let go of his mind under Zou Yan's comfort, he thought that if someone could gently comfort and hug him like this during the fall, then the feeling wouldn't be so scary.At least he will not meet death alone.

Zhang Jianyang looked up at Zou Yan. If the plane crashed now, the gentle man in front of him would not refuse his request for a hug.

It was evening when they arrived in Tokyo.After completing the check-in procedures at the front desk of the hotel, Zhang Jianyang followed Zou Yan to the elevator, and talked softly with the waiter who led the way in Japanese.

He was asking about the facilities near the hotel, Zou Yan would be busy tomorrow, he had to find some fun by himself.

"You can speak Japanese?" Zou Yan let him into the room and asked curiously.

"I have been studying in Japan for a year, and I know some basic spoken English, but I can't understand the words at all. I am considered illiterate in Japanese."

Zhang Jianyang put down his luggage, sat beside the comfortable big bed, and looked at the room surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows.The design of the room is simple and comfortable, with transparent glass on all sides overlooking the panorama of Tokyo.Even the bathroom is full of transparent floor-to-ceiling glass.

He thought while panting beside the bathtub, the angle of this room has been strictly designed so that no one can see it... right?